Deep, dark confession!

Ok, I'll admit it. I've done something tonight I'm just not proud of. We all have our snapping points, and I'm no exception. I acted in anger. I acted in haste. I acted on impulse. In my only defense, let me just say it has been a looooooooonnngg week for me and I am only human (most of the time). I could handle the fact that I had to stay late tonight at work because the Corporate Distress driver was running behind schedule. I could handle the fact that someone in corporate kept me on hold on the phone even longer. And I am somehow resigned to the fact that my job is being relocated to another city on July 14th, and that I am searching the want ads e'en now. All this I can bear individually, but the cumulative effects? Have pity, friends, or at least understanding!
So yes, I did it! That's right - I bought a dinner box of Popeye's fried chicken and had my way with it! And the cats didn't even get any! That's right - I ate FRIED chicken! With biscuit! And the red beans and rice! Go ahead and tell the Endocrine Group! See if I care! I've slain a chicken dinner . . . .
. . . . and I'll do it again . . . .